The Doctor stopped eating altogether. Any food placed in front of him was immediately pushed onto the floor. Jack tried to get him to pick up the food. He had thought he was successful but as the Doctor stared him in the eye, the food was flung at the wall across the way. It slammed into the wall and the Doctor continued to stare at him daring him to make him pick it up again. Jack ignored his fit as he grabbed a towel and cleaned up the food. Frustrated with the Doctor, he gave up on getting him to eat for a while. Taking his hand Jack led the Doctor to one of the couches and sat down. The Doctor yawned. He seemed happy to be out of the kitchen as he curled up on the couch next to Jack leaning against him. Jack was relived that he seemed to have settled down, but as the night wore on, rather than going to sleep, he became more and more frantic.

He pushed Jack roughly away from him, rising to his feet. He slowly paced back and forth across the room at first. As he paced though, he slowly kept getting faster. Jack noticed that he kept looking towards the door. At first Jack was worried he was going to try to make a run for it, but as he continued to pace Jack began to think that instead he was waiting for someone to come in. Standing up Jack went to him.

"Come sit down Doctor," He told him softly taking his arm. The Doctor reacted immediately. He turned into Jack, using his full weight and Jack's surprise to push him to the ground. Jack barely realized what happened before he was kicked Jack hard in the stomach. Screaming the Doctor ripped his bandages off and when Martha tried to stop him, he grabbed Martha's wrist tightly and screamed at her. Jumping to his feet Jack pried his fingers loose. He clawed Jack's hands, breaking the skin and leaving dark red scratches on them.

"Knock this off now," Jack hissed as he pulled the Doctor's hands behind his back restraining him. That only made it worse as the Doctor broke down into tears and fought even harder against them. Jack took him back down to the cells. As much as it broke his heart the Doctor was out of control and a danger to not only himself but to anyone else he came in contact with. The Doctor didn't settle down as he storm back and forth across the cell.

"I don't understand what changed," Martha stated as she sat down against the wall across from the cell. Jack sat next to her. They watched the Doctor pace. Occassionally he would slam against the wall or kick it. He once or twice tried the door and Martha grew more concerned when he headbutted it. Otherwise he paced. He had to keep moving for some reason they didn't know.

By the time morning rolled around the Doctor had still not calmed down. Jack remained sitting on the ground outside of the cell with Martha leaning against him exhausted. It was when Ianto came down the stairs with two cups of coffee, that the Doctor reacted to them again. He ran to the glass and pointed angrily at Ianto and then at them before slamming his fist repeatedly into the glass. He kicked it a few times trying to find a way to break it and get to Ianto. He continued to scream at Ianto until Ianto left the room and then he returned to storming around the cell.

"Doctor, please don't do that." Martha begged as the Doctor slammed his hand hard against the wall and cried out in pain. Martha sighed as she watched. "We can't sedate him, he won't eat and he can't understand enough to listen, even if he wanted to. What are we going to do?"

"Flat Holm," Jack suggested as he took a drink of his coffee.

"No," She replied. "I can't do that to him yet. Based on my observations I would guess he has PTSD, amnesia and is going through some sort of withdrawal but I have yet to identify the drugs in his system. Flat Holm is for people without hope of being helped. I still have faith we can help him."

"I hope you are right," Jack took another sip of his coffee. As he did so, he realized that it had gone quiet for the first time in hours. Looking up, he saw the Doctor was staring at him. The Doctor's tongue poked out of his mouth licking his dry lips. He had to have been thirsty after moving non stop for the last few hours. Jack lifted the cup more so that he could see it better.

"If you calm down you can have some," He called Doctor growled at him. Turning he started to stomp around again. Within the hour two things changed. First Martha lost her own battle to stay awake and fell asleep against Jack. Then the Doctor began to calm down. He sat down against the far wall in the cell and stared at Jack. When he first sat down he looked angry, but as the morning went on though he laid down on his side and closed his eyes. Jack watched as he drifted off to sleep. It had to be uncomfortable for him. Jack didn't trust that he had really calmed down though. He was just convinced that exhaustion had finally caught up to him and like Martha he needed to rest. Asleep though, he looked like the man that Jack had kept company all those long nights. After a while he opened them and looked at Jack. He no longer looked angry but confused. Jack gently shook Martha.

"Hey, I know it's not fair to wake you, but I think he is finally coming around," Jack whispered. Martha opened her eyes and rubbed her face and then looked at the Doctor.

"Hey, how are you feeling," She asked softly. He stood up and came hesitantly over to the cell door, and waited for them to open it. When neither of them moved, his face fell.

"Jack," he whimpered and put his hand on the door. His brown eyes were large and sad. Jack wondered how it was possible for him to look like Jack was hurting him when all Jack had done was try to keep him safe.

"You think it is safe to let him out?" Jack asked Martha.

"We can't keep him in there, he would never trust us again," she replied. Jack stood up stretched and then unlocked the door and opened it. The Doctor hesitantly stepped out. He stared wearily at Jack for a moment. He pointed back in the cell and shook his head, showing his dislike for the cell.

"I know you don't like it in there," Jack responded. "But you hurt me and Martha." He showed the bandages on his hands. He healed fast enough that they were no longer necessary, but he had forgotten to take them off. The Doctor looked down at his own wrist and seem surprised the bandages were gone. "Yeah you took them off," Jack stated.

"We will put them back on and then I think we should try breakfast again," Martha commented standing up. Jack took the Doctor's hand. Together they went to the autopsy room. The Doctor held Jack's hand tighter and shook his hand back and forth quickly. His breathing sped up as fear filled his eyes.

"It's okay," Martha said grabbing the bandages. "I'm not going to make you sleep, I am just going to wrap your wrist again." She walked slowly towards him making sure to show him her hands were empty besides the bandages She took his hand in hers and started to gently wrap his wrist. When he realized it was alright, she let go of his hand to wrap it tighter. He watched her as she finished, then lifted his hand so she could wrap his other one. It was progress. Not enough progress in Jack's opinion, but at least it was there.

Afterwards they went to the kitchen. The Doctor sat down in the chair he had sat in the night before. He accepted and devoured several bananas quickly. Martha went to the cupboard to see if there was anything else for him to eat as she didn't want him living off of bananas. She managed to find a a can of soup and wondered if he would eat it. She didn't ask him as she opened the can and then emptied it in a bowl before placing it in the microwave to warm it up. Jack noticed the Doctor was watching her every move closely. His face fell as she stood in the way of the bowl as she was putting in the microwave.

"Martha, move to the left a little," Jack commented.

"Why?" Martha replied confused.

"Just do it." She moved to the left and the Doctor watched the microwave intently. Once it beeped, he watched Martha take out the soup and stir it. She brought it over to the Doctor setting it down in front of him. He took the spoon out of the bowl, sniffing it suspeciously. Jack saw his nose scrunch at the smell. Rather then taking a bite, like Jack hoped, he turned and offered the spoonful to Jack. Jack shook his head. The Doctor frowned put the spoon in the bowl, and pushed it away.

"Do you think she drugged it?" Jack asked the Doctor. "Did they drug your food too?" He picked up the spoon out of the bowl, taking a bite. The Doctor smiled. He still didn't eat right away as watched Jack closely for a moment. Jack pushed the bowl back to the Doctor as he waited for him to realize the food was safe. It took a few minutes, but finally the Doctor began to eat it greedily.

"I guess it is safe," Jack commented dryly. "Quick deaths would be too kind for the bastards that did this. I am thinking a nice slow death with a knife and lots of pain." Martha just nodded and yawned,too tired to argue him. The Doctor finished the food and then picked up the bowl to lick it clean.

"Don't be gross," She scolded the Doctor, laughing as she took the bowl from him. He seemed happier now that he had eaten. He was inching towards the bananas again when Ianto entered the room. The Doctor's face fell and he immediately began to whimper.

"He only does this to you Ianto," Jack told him curiously, "I wonder why that is?"

"I didn't do this, if that is what you are suggesting," Ianto immediately defended himself.

"No, I don't think for an instant you could, but why you. Go out for a moment and send Mickey in." Ianto left and Mickey came in the room a minute later. The Doctor didn't seem to care Mickey was there as he picked up his prize. He struggled with the peel trying to open it on his own.

"Now, you step out and send in Ianto." Jack said. Mickey stepped out and Ianto came back in. The Doctor immediately stopped trying to open the banana and began to whimper again. "So he didn't care about Mickey but you scare him, why?"

"Skin color," Ianto asked.

"No, because he is fine around me." Jack thought for a moment. "Lose the suit," He said finally.

"Sir?"

"Just humor me. I know you keep a pair of jeans here, now lose the suit," Jack ordered. Ianto left the room for a third time and when he came back he was in jeans and a t-shirt. The Doctor eyed Ianto suspiciously but didn't stop trying to pry open the banana. Jack leaned over opening it for him. The Doctor began to eat, but he moved closer to Jack as he took his eyes off Ianto.

"Until further notice, no suits," Jack told Ianto, feeling slightly disappointed.